The imperfect sounds of a child practicing piano gently waft through the air against another child's tears.
Cafe's full of people connected to their technology.
Texting and sharing their vegan raw salad and organic fairtrade coffee
The rain of the morning has past
Perhaps an afternoon massage
A skilled stranger, intimate with their distance
Leave rustling gently in the passing breeze
This defines ease
This is leisure
Pleasure of a Saturday afternoon
Some days I awake feeling no so great
Physical pain, mental anguish, emotional stress
any of these button can press on my chest
Try not to react, try not to show, even try to laugh, but hold back the cry
Not everything so easy to shake
Even after my routines, feeling irate
and that's just fine
can't be happy every day
that always stays.
About 40 years ago
There was a boy who wanted to fly though a tear up in the sky
Ripped to who knows where
Most to try
Are too scared
But not this boy...he embraced his fear
Fear - A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc...
Up and away did he clear
Upon homeade wings of various things
Wood and plastic
Dreams and love
Glues and screws
Carried this dreamer toward the tear
at that place
WINNER of the rainbow race
But the prize more than gold for those so bold
Who rise like cream upon the top
Resisting those who would pop
Their vision pure
Some will always seek for more
Like the boy 2 score before
Into the great yonder sky blue
Other's waited for him to fail
Some sent blessings upon his sail
But none did see him again, often wondering what did happen.
To the boy who flew with wings a flappin
There is but on thing they all know
Since that day, the rift is closed
And the rain tastes of tears
I love poetry.